I wonder if this life is much like a snow globe. If you were inside of one it would feel very, very real. Your life contained in a wrapped up package - sometimes still, sometimes turbulent. Surrounded by distractions - both beautiful and ugly. Perhaps when we die that sphere of wall just fades away and what is left is our true reality. Perhaps when we die our vision becomes clear - the light turned on - and we finally see only beauty and love. No judgement - no distractions.